I want to know where the wild ones are
the ones that have eaten gravel for all three meals of the day
know how to land a punch better than they know what they are feeling
that grin at a skinned knee and know exactly how much alcohol they can drink
before it's their cut off point
with eyes that forgot how to deny from so long of doing so.

the ones that are just a little more human than the rest of us
just a little more versed at life and
loss and
love.

the ones that have hurt before
know they will hurt again
yet still rise from the bed of expectation and
forget to make it
and carry on the only way they have learned
to.

Look, I like your poetry
but would prefer if you
didn't promote it so blatantly.

If you would like to tell me
about your inspirations for a poem
or want me to interpret one
I can do that,
but likes are not an indication of a poem
or poets' worth.
Please understand!

Sorry!
It is fine.
What inspired you to write such a heartfelt poem?

Sure, it's my Thoughts
                    Feelings
        Imaginations
            Emotions
      and Friends
All of my friend's Poems
                  Smiles
                       Looks
                            Help
                          ­  Feelings
             And Conversations
                      Oh, some words also…

I melt into the love of Nature
Like I'm an artist
I just try to create something to watch
          the beauty
of nature around me
and I try to pen some spin too…

Finally, I am young
   so everything
and everyone is my beloved
They inspire me to write such a heartfelt poem.

Don’t rush life
        Because
Life can sometimes
        Rush you...

See me?
Truly see me?
Past my eyes that feign innocence
and past my smile that feign happiness?
Would you see me?
That I decaying in my body.
In my prime, my youth?
See how fear eats away at me.
See how depression has chained me.
See how my white mask falls and
and bare witness to the fact
That I was never okay.

Please do not ask me how I feel.
I might just go and tell you.
But the trouble with that is
The words will never come out right.
They will stumble over the bumps on my tongue
Like my heart beat when you smile in my direction.
You are sunshine and grace wrapped into a beautiful package hand crafted for anyone but me.
I am a storm cloud raging with PTSD and suicidal jokes, hand crafted for no one save the demons in my head.
You are a gentle breeze and a massive wave all at once.
I am a broken glass someone has put back together with Scotch tape.
You say I'm beautiful, but I just can't see it.
I say you're perfect, but never out loud.
You see, I have told you countless times exactly how I feel.
But only in my head.
If I try to say it out loud, the words chase each other around like a game of tag and refuse to settle down into the sentences I want them to.
They come out awkward and forced like a tomboy in a beauty pageant.
Still beautiful but not quite right.
It can be painful sometimes because I'm not quite sure how to answer.
I feel so many things that switch from one to another so quickly it's like my heart is watching television and there is nothing interesting on.
So please, do not ask how I feel.
Because I might just go and tell you.

Violence erupting all over the place
Does anywhere in the world even feel safe?
Always feeling like your walking on eggshells
Having an uneasy sense of insecurity
Constantly looking over your shoulder
F
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A
    R
I
     N
G
the inevitable of the pain and crime happening throughout this
          Crazy World

there was once a man
who loved painting
he could create worlds of his own with the flick of his fingers and
every time he created something he made love to it
as only a creator getting lost in his own world can.

he painted a woman
with strong features
unlike anyone he had ever seen
eyes that held secrets he would never know,
hands that touched things he couldn't imagine,
lips that whispered to him in his dreams,
"I am as real as you make me to be."

he often would get lost in fits of drunken rage,
wondering where she was.
he knew nothing about this woman,
as he only painted the surface.

there was so much under the paint
it made him feel a bit faint
if he thought of it for too long
so beautiful, but only
to him.

after a short time, he became obsessed.
there was something so captivating about this woman, something so real
he thought that if he kept painting she could be real
too.

years and years later,
after the paintings spilled out of his home and his soul and his cracking, wrinkled hands
he felt the sun on his cheek and his body naturally awoke.
surprised, he saw that it was still night, and he found the woman from his paintings standing right there
in front of him.

the faint glow of his lamp welcomed her, and his buzzing ears rose as he smiled a crooked, ugly yellow smile.
every cell in his body relaxed
sighing
finally.
I knew it all of these years. she is real.
I know her.

she stared at him,
taking in his words not spoken,
smiled a smile not quite human
and said to him,
"I know you too."

he coughed, spitting up the phlegm of his last cigarette.
"you're all I've wanted, all of these years. I've rejected marriage for you, knowing not even the best wife could make me forget you. I've turned down high paying jobs for you, I've ate only stale bread and old beer for months for you,
I have given up so much to devote my life to making you."

she exhaled a cold and sharp breathe, and he tightened the blanket around his body.
after the room felt like it was going to break in two,
she spoke.

"yes, but was it worth it?"

he closed his eyes in a bright acrylic daze
and died
before he had the chance to tell her that yes,
yes.
it was.

Do you ever meet someone,
And you can see kindness in their eyes?
You see sincerity in their smile,
And compassion within every freckle on their face.
I know a girl like that.

Some people have souls like water,
Free and powerful.
Others have earth inside them,
Steady and constant.
But today I realized I have someone in my life, who has sunshine in her soul.

I know no matter if the days,
Are filled with thunder or rain,
Her soul will continue as it was,
Filled with sunshine and light,
And greater than any storm.

Hello Poetry to me is just another joint family
How by a common bond, here we are strung together
Though separated by geographical boundaries
Distance has never been a hitch or a tether

Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights
Your heart felt blessings give me loads of happiness
Your poems open before me new avenues of thought
Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience

Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row
Some stand out as beacons of radiant light
With words of encouragement, you vanquish all my doubts
Revitalizing my spirit and leaving it shimmering bright

Through this forum we share our inmost thoughts
How close we feel though never been together
Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints
And many join fresh to continue the endeavor

Irrespective of creed we are here at art’s sacred shrine
‘Poets’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride
We stand tall among many others of our species
Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!